Desperate Times

by Aimee on April 30, 2009

call for desperate measures. Or some such.

First, before I get into that, I would like to thank Erin! If you notice, I have a new layout theme and stuffs – Erin did all of that for me. She is also working on getting the podcast up and running again. We loves us some Erin. I am going to stay at Erin’s during TNNA this year in June, so while I will miss her at MDS&W this year, at least I get to see her soon! Erin does a little bit of freelance work on blogs and webstuffs (she is going to help me with a couple projects) so if you have something stumping you – give her a shout – she works pretty cheap while her finance is laid off and she wants to buy a spinning wheel.

(Erin and Me and MDS&W Ravelry party last year!)

Oh and since I started writing this – she got the podcast to work!!! Yes, people, the podcast – which means I will start podcasting again. For now you can access past episodes here and next week I will work on iTunes getting updated again! I have episodes 1-14 up and I will have the rest up later tonight or tomorrow!

OK – so now to the downer. I had to go back on meds. I am not back on Cymbalta, but I am on something else. I don’t consider myself a particularly angry person at all – in fact, I get pissed off like most people and then get over it, like most people. But every.little.thing. was setting me into a rage and that just isn’t me. never has been. So last Wed after a partihttp://fairieknits.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&post=312cularly bad incident, I called and back to the doc I went, crying my little eyes out. We talked and we are trying something else. I went off Cymbalta because I felt like I just wasn’t being helped on it – apparently the many years on it either made me forget or just changed my brain enough that by day 16 totally off, I was toast.

I’m so glad to hear that I’ll be able to hear you again on my constant companion–the ipod. I’m sorry to hear about the meds, but, sometimes you’ve just gotta do what you’ve gotta do. I had to get on some a few years ago because I kept feeling like I was about to have a heart/panic attack (ten o’clock at night, kids in bed, watching TV, KNITTING???!!!! WTH?? What did I have to panic about?) It’s made a world of difference (and my kitties still love me too!)
Glad you’re back!!
Bonne (fu2x818 on plurk)